When Jingli Square arrived at the station, his father in white shirt nodded at Shuhang, and then moved to the subway exit with his young wife to take a good position and prepare to get off at the next stop.

He originally wanted to leave a business card for Shuhang, but this time he took his family out for fun and didn't bring a business card, so he had to give up. Besides, when we meet by chance, we will never have a chance to meet again in the future... It should be.

There are fewer people getting on the bus at Jingli Square Station. As soon as the station door opens, the people on the bus get off in sequence, and the people on the platform line up to get on the bus.

The last person to get on the bus was a tall bald white man, who was shocking.

It is not common for white bald people to be bald, but it is rare to see that there are still neat six-point ring scars on the bald head.

This is a real foreign monk, more than two meters tall, with a shiny bald head. In this hot weather, he was wearing a thick monk's robe, wrapped himself tightly, holding Buddhist beads in his hands, muttering words in his mouth, looking very professional.

Monks are really a very profitable profession these days? Even foreigners come to grab jobs?

It is said that foreign monks are good at chanting scriptures, but they all come from foreign countries. The distance is far enough, so they must be very popular, right?

When people on the subway saw the foreign monk, they took the initiative to keep a distance from the foreign monk. On such a hot day, just looking at his equipment, they felt so hot. If they were close, they felt that there was heat coming from the other person!

Song Shuhang subconsciously glanced at the foreign monk. The other party was not only tall, but his qi and blood value was much stronger than that of ordinary people. Moreover, his mental power was so powerful that Song Shuhang, who was in a "vigilant" state, could sense the gap between the other party and his own mental power. If Song Shuhang's mental power was a small light bulb at this time, then the foreign monk's mental power was a big searchlight!

However, the monk seemed unable to control his powerful mental power and let him scatter in any order.

This guy is not an ordinary person, but also a monk?

Song Shuhang guessed in his heart.

He closed his eyes again, entered a state of vigilance, and used this state to conceal his own breath. Without strong strength, he did not want to expose his identity as a "monk" - he now knows the trouble of identity exposure.

After entering the subway, the foreign monk looked around, as if looking for something in the train, and then frowned tightly.

After that, he did not move any other things, just leaned quietly in the subway, chanting scriptures repeatedly in Chinese, with accurate pronunciation. This foreigner's Chinese language is probably at level 8.

The subway started slowly, and the passengers couldn't help but sway, and then the subway accelerated and started running.

From Jingli Square Station to the next stop is the suburbs. The total length is more than 4,400 meters. It is a relatively long stop, and the tracks are all underground. Due to the many forks and turns, the speed of the subway cannot be increased on this section of the road, and it takes nearly thirteen minutes to complete this stop.

The father in the white shirt was carefully holding his daughter, but the sleeping little girl might have twisted uneasy because she lost the human-shaped refrigerator of Song Shuhang.

The young mother waved her white and tender hands and slapped her daughter, trying to dispel the heat around her. Just like in the subway station, because there are too many people, the subway carriage is also hot.

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The subway took about six minutes to drive.

Song Shuhang suddenly frowned, and he steadily stole his horse.

Immediately afterwards, the subway swayed violently, and the car handrail ring swung up and down, colliding.

The passengers tried their best to grab the handrails, pillars and rings beside them, but they were still tilted. Some people fell to the ground without standing firmly: "Wow, what's going on!"

"Oh! I didn't turn so quickly before the forks!"

"Ahhhh!" The young mother sat next to Song Shuhang, feeling her butt hurt and her eyes were wet.

The father in the white shirt also took two steps back, but was unable to stabilize his body and fell backwards.

Song Shuhang moved forward two steps and reached out and gently pushed the man on the back of the white shirt. He used soft power, which was the application of basic Vajra boxing.

Daddy in white shirt fell and stabilized her figure. He turned his head and saw the gentle Song Shuhang and said gratefully: "Thank you."

"You're welcome... the shaking is not over yet, hurry up." Song Shuhang said.

In a "vigilant" state, his facial features were extremely sharp - the subway was braked sharply, which caused each interceptor to shake violently. This violent shaking lasted for more than a wave and would continue until the subway stopped.

Is there an accident ahead?

As I was thinking, Boom Boom Boom~ The subway shaking became even more violent, and the whole carriage was shaking.

At the same time, there was also a rushing alarm in the subway.

All the lights in the subway suddenly went out, and the passengers fell down like dominoes. Many people were thrown out and hit the wall of the subway, screaming in pain.

Under such circumstances, Song Shuhang could only barely stabilize his body.

The young mother sneered on the ground screaming and was dragged out by inertia. Although the father in the white shirt grabbed the handrail with one hand due to Shuhang's reminder, the inertia was too great. He could not hold the handrail tightly and fell to the side.

The little girl flew out of her father's arms, and she opened her eyes wide and was filled with horror.

Seeing this, Song Shuhang hurriedly reached out to his hand and grabbed the little girl's clothes with soft strength. At the same time, his wrist was slightly shaken, and he used clever force to remove the inertia of the little girl in the air, holding the panicked little loli in his arms.

The subway was dim and Song Shuhang's visible range was also limited by darkness. The little loli was tightly pressed into his arms and did not dare to move. Although she was frightened, she was so obedient that she did not cry.

"What happened?"

"Did you cheat? Or did you get over? Ouch, it hurts so much." Someone shouted in horror.

"Help me, my body is clamped...it hurts so I can't move."

"Don't...ahem. I must be dreaming." The injured person moaned in pain.

"Don't press me...get off me! My bones are broken~"

Around the surroundings, crying, screaming and painful screaming made the subway car even more chaotic.

Someone took out his cell phone tremblingly and used the flashlight function of his cell phone to illuminate the carriage. As soon as he shone, more people screamed in horror.

Bloody scenes, is this a horror movie?

There was blood everywhere. The walls of the car were stained with blood because of the blood left by the previous impact, making the carriage look like hell. Several more windows were shattered, and the passengers by the window had a lot of broken glass on their bodies, unable to hang against the wall and unable to move. Some people were even pierced by large pieces of glass and lying on the ground without knowing their life and death.

Many people were bleeding and pressed their wounds with their hands in vain. Because they lacked the knowledge of self-rescue in times of crisis, they were at a loss.

"Vomit..." Guaike, who had just turned on his phone, immediately turned off his phone and made a vomiting sound.

The man in a white shirt fell to the ground, except for the sprained arm; and the young mother's back hit the chair, bursting into tears, but fortunately there was no other injury. The two of them looked at their daughter who was held by Song Shuhang at the same time and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Shuhang looked at the hellish image, but frowned.

"Strange." He was puzzled - the subway car was not shaking so strongly just now, right?

The car windows were shattered? And there were people who were actually pierced by glass? What’s even more exaggerated is that half of the car wall was covered with blood! How much blood does this take to achieve it?

Even cheating and overturning are not so lethal.

If the carriage can have such lethality after a few slight shocks, is it called the subway? It simply changed its name to Hell Express!

"**!" The tall foreign monk got up from the ground and pulled away the miscellaneous things on his body, like a big bear standing up.

He looked at the bloody scene around the subway and sneered.

Then, he pulled open the rosary with both hands, pinched a Buddhist handprint, and recited the scriptures loudly in Chinese with the words "Moist" round.

The loud sound echoed in the carriage, and even suppressed the screams of all the wounded.

"What's this ghost guy?"

"It seems like a Buddhist scripture to exorcise ghosts?"

"I'm crazy! It's like this here. He's still driving away demons?"
Chapter completed!